This is my senior picture. It was taken in 1982. I graduated in 1983.
The evening of my commencement ceremony I went to Studio 9.
Studio 9 was a small under-21 gay dance club in San Diego.
It was here that I found friends, acceptance, courage and a dance floor.
For the next couple of years I spent at least 5 nights a week there.
We'd successfully 'fish' for wine coolers at the AM/PM down the street.
"And dance our lives away. 2000, zero, zero party's over - oops outta time..."
Funny how those long-ago hangovers seem like total cake compared to now.
We'd dress only in clothing purchased at thrift stores - blame Angela Blaine.
Ang would call, "Let's go a-thriftin'." I'd reply, "Pick you up in 20."
We'd be so upset if we scoured and still had an "unpurchaseful day" - ugh.
When we did have "many fine purchases" we couldn't wait to present them.
My hair went thru a lot of changes too - lengthwise and color.
I even went thru a crazy wig stage - blame Robert Smith and Siouxsie Sioux.
See, that's me... in a very cool ratted out wig waving my fist in the air:
I really wish I could blame the drugs. But I can't - I wasn't doing any.
It was all done on vodka. And grilled cheese sandwiches.
And the occasional hit of poppers. And vodka - there was a lot of vodka.
So bottom-lining it for you fine folks...
For the man I am today you can like so totally - blame the 80's.